Fearless rats running around my dirty feet and the red wine spills allover the table. Then I have to climb onto the top and dance about, but only to g...t spanked and slapped all over my legs. My thighs are already glistening from the soldiers sticky sperm, mixed my own excited juices, that I can't possibly hold back anymore in my state of arousal. Allthough I thank Hapi for this unique occasion of first-hand insight into the horrible habits of our men, but I also pray for an end to it - I don't. The added ‘danger’ of the knife up front had given the entire episode a wonderful risky element, and of course, all the ripe smells had totally intoxicated me. I truthfully never really felt really threatened during my ordeal. The onslaught by my pungent duo had been fantastic and I could not have wished for a better welcome to the park.I had a huge smile on my face as the high-fived one another before walking off. As they strolled away I heard them discussing that they were off to visit. My shirt was sticking to my skin, and I had to wipe my glasses to see enough to back my car out of the park, muttering darkly about the unfairness of it all. Perhaps, just perhaps, someone was listening.I made it two whole blocks before I was out of sync with the traffic flow. Pulling up to the red light, in the lane closest to the kerb, I added some expletives to the earlier list, and then forced myself to relax. Driving on a wet road in a rage isn't very clever.Looking around, I noticed a. He must have thought we were suckers, easily played.” He shrugged his shoulders. “How good was he? I know his cock was big, but you didn’t look comfortable. Was that because I was there? I know you didn’t dare look at me. That’s right, isn’t it?”“Yes,” she said, eyes downcast. “Sorry.”“Was he better when I was out of the way? You didn’t text, and he didn’t send the pictures he promised. I was cut out of everything all night... and the next day. You could have been hurt or you could have left.